Mr. Fu has a white moonlight in his heart

Mei Junyu was woken up by the crazy vibration of the mobile phone.

He didn't drink very well, he drank a little too much yesterday, woke up with a hangover, and had some headaches, copied the mobile phone from a bedside table and connected it, Mei Junyu's voice was hoarse: "Hello?"

The people over there were in a hurry and spoke quickly: "What are you doing with Xiao and you? Why don't you even answer the phone? You and Nan Yiran are on the news. What newcomer to the Ocean Award for Best Newcomer is suspected of having a relationship. Where did Nan Yiran go yesterday? Didn't the production team wrap up yesterday, did you go to the celebration banquet with the production team? How could Nan Yiran be involved?"

Mei Junyu was a little confused when he heard this series of questions. The tablet was charging on the bedside table. Mei Junyu simply threw the phone on the cabinet and turned on the speakerphone. While opening the tablet, he searched for his name: "Sister Fang Don't worry, I'll check the news."

The headline of the news is exactly what Fang Miao said just now, and what is particularly eye-catching in the middle of the news is the photo of himself and Nan Yiran talking in the bar cubicle. Because of the angle, his and Nan Yiran's hands seem to overlap Same, no wonder Fang sister is so anxious.

Mei Junyu rubbed her temples, thinking of the waiter who seemed to go to the wrong door yesterday.

I was a little annoyed that I had made a mistake, and I shouldn't have followed the fun crew to go to a bar with a low-secret nature. At the same time, I was thinking of countermeasures: "Sister Fang, Nan Yiran and I didn't hold hands. This is a matter of angle. Yesterday After the crew broke up, I followed them to the bar for a while, but I didn't expect to run into a reporter, sorry."

In fact, Fang Miao was just worried that Mei Junhe would secretly fall in love with her and catch herself by surprise. Now she is relieved, Mei Junhe is the most worry-free artist she has ever brought in for so many years, so Fang Miao is not worried at all. After reassuring Mei Jun and telling him not to think too much, Fang Miao hung up the phone and hurriedly contacted the company's public relations department.

Mei Junhe hung up the phone, and turned the news up and down a few times. The more she read it, the more upset she became. Just as she was about to close the tablet, Xie Zixing made a WeChat video call.

The first thing to show was the scenery outside Xie Zixing's house. There was a lot of traffic, feasting and feasting. With a time difference of twelve hours, it was already evening at Xie Zixing's side.

Then the phone's camera was turned around, revealing Xie Zixing's face with a warm smile: "Xiao Yu, good morning."

Mei Junhe couldn't help but laugh, at this moment, Mei Junhe's eyes showed a little anger: "Brother Zixing, good evening."

"Well, I called today to ask you, do you have time recently?"

Mei Junyu was stunned for a moment, then put the tablet aside and propped it up, sat up and put on a coat over the pajamas: "What's the matter? Brother Zixing, you want to come here to play with your brother-in-law, Xiao Jinyuer?"

Xie Zixing's second child is also a boy, but now that he is still young, he must not be brought out to see the wind.

Xie Zixing was taken aback by the title of "brother" that Mei Junhe said, and then the tips of his ears slowly turned red: "What nonsense, what brother? I don't want to go to play, but I plan to make up a wedding with Zihao. Let's see if you have any No time to come."

Mei Junyu brought the tablet into the kitchen. Hearing the action of heating the milk, he hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Then... will I...will I meet someone from the Mei family or the Fu family?"

Xie Zixing didn't know what Mei Junyu was worried about, so he hurriedly said, "Of course not, it's just a small make-up wedding. Except for you and Ziyue, I basically didn't invite anyone else, and Zihao just invited some. Good relatives."

Mei Junhe is Xie Zixing's only friend, and there is some family affection in their relationship, so Xie Zixing still hopes that Mei Junhe can come to his wedding.

Mei Junyu also knew it in her heart, and nodded: "Okay, brother Zixing, what day is it? I'll ask my assistant to book the tickets."

"No, I'll send you the invitation and the ticket this afternoon."

"Okay, Brother Zixing, I just got up, I'm going to wash up first."

Xie Zixing nodded, then cut off the video, Mei Jun and Zi went to wash without mentioning it.

City S.

Fu Tong stared at the photos of Mei Junhe posted on the Internet for a moment.

One year, this past year, Fu Tong's life was not comfortable, Mei Junqi's illness was slowly recovering, and his life was no longer in danger. Fu Tian originally planned to support his illegitimate younger brother.

Where does he know that he himself has no intention of fighting for family property or even recognizing his ancestors.

No one finds fault, Fu Tong is still the ruler of the Fu family, the proud son of heaven, but his heart is empty.

It was as if something had been ripped out of my heart abruptly.

Seeing the news of Mei Junyu can make Fu Tong feel at ease.

Therefore, Fu Tong knew that Mei Junyu's first play in country A caused a crazy response, and he also knew that Mei Junyu had not stopped to rest this year, and had been filming.

I know better...Mei Junyu is always polite but unable to hide his exhaustion every time he is interviewed.

Fu Tong feels distressed, but he has no position to feel distressed.

If he didn't have himself, Mei Jun and now should be pursuing his dream in Ansheng, S city.

There may be some setbacks in the middle, but it will never leave home.

Although Fu Tong knew that he no longer had the right to comment on Mei Junhe's life, but seeing Mei Junhe holding hands with others, he still felt bitterness, sadness, and hatred in his heart.

It's like drinking a big glass of lemon juice all at once.

The special assistant at the side looked at the obscure expression of his boss and the coldness emanating from his body, and was taken aback. The boss had not been in a good mood during this time, but it was the first time he saw such a chilling expression from the boss. once.

The special assistant thought for a while, didn't say anything, and quietly withdrew.

In the office on the top floor, Fu Tong was the only one left. In the office where no one else was there, Fu Tong's expression finally showed traces of pain.

Just as Mei Junhe sat down to have breakfast, Nan Yiran walked out of his room. As soon as he went out, he scratched his hair that had turned into a chicken coop, and sniffled: "It smells so good."

Mei Junhe turned his head and saw Nan Yiran's appearance, with a rare smile in his eyes: "Good morning, let's wash up and have breakfast."

Nan Yiran was naturally overjoyed, gestured an ok gesture, and then turned around to wash up.

While eating, Mei Junhe made a video call to Fang Miao, and the call was connected quickly: "Good morning, Sister Fang."

"Good morning." Fang Miao's tone was very fast, obviously still a little anxious.

"Sister Fang, I just called the actor who proposed to go to the bar yesterday, and got the contact information of the bar owner, and I will send it to you."

Fang Miao breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she got the contact information of the bar owner: "Okay, I understand, then I won't bother you, you have a good rest."

Mei Junyu hummed, and then cut off the video.